Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.